Quotes about ramble, page 7
Our World Is Ours
I was sitting at an airport,
looking at the people's ramble,
as a wind mill moves with the wind,
left to right and then right to left.
There were gentlemen in coats,
pretty ladies exposed petticoats,
screaming toddlers in the prams,
unruly children on the roam.
People were checking in one by one,
Suitcases of dark pink, violet and brown,
Wheels carried them while the men pull the strap,
there was this guy with a plastic shopping bag.
Well dressed young man in twenties,
might have carried another set of cloth,
wanted to check in his belongings,
to the amusement of the regulars.
[...] Read more
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Perhaps I Can Change
Have I overly rhapsodized lately
On Mother Nature’s displays?
I’ve become rather forgetful
With the passing of so many days
Have I bored you lately
With labored, descriptive words
Droned on incessantly
of iridescent hummingbirds?
Of Spring fields of sunflowers
Of the morn’s nascent glow
Of the dragonfly’s rustle
Of the stream’s tinkling flow?
I do ramble on too much
But I love description so
So perhaps I’ll not describe so much
Tho’ tis the only way I know
[...] Read more
poem by David Whalen
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Soaring Love Heightened Red Roses
music carries young birth souls
through youth learning emotions
immense new teenage experiences
soaring love heightened red roses
plunging raw grief in lost partners
time razor steals pure innocent hearts
distorts aspiring life vision trust eyes
anger rage despair invite dark fires
music echoes aches eternal happiness
played through connecting emotions
peace permeating universe soul sings
through dark matter waves light glows
music in all ages infuses passion lives
vibrates renewal in devastation ruins
music flows on cosmic dust solar winds
music empowers fertile love flower seeds
[...] Read more
poem by Terence George Craddock
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Ballad of the Dead
Conscious is slowly fading
Darkness is full of loving
Light blinds me from this reality
Let me crawl back to the shadows of serenity
The dance of my fellow comrades
Who lack the respect of the fallen
Death is the lack of demand
Whose names has he written?
I slept within this cavern
I awaken to find nowhere
Who have awaken me from my slumber
The eerie conclusions led you to my chamber.
Skulls ramble on
Continued on with broken jaws
The dance of the no flesh
My sins the dead confess
[...] Read more
poem by Elisha De La Rosa
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
My Morning
An audible disturbance reverberated in the wee hours.
Lurching out of bed, my eyes squinting and my body weary.
Oh joy, the railroad is needing me on this morning dreary.
Fumbling with the phone in the dark, I dropped it twice.
Clearing my throat, I answered it, sounding barely alive.
The caller mumbled something at oh-four-thirty-five.
Shuffling to the sink to slosh cold water on my face.
More cognizant now, a stout brew I must promptly make.
Grips...packed, lunch...made, now time for a coffee break.
Finally, I get dressed and wonder if the clunker has enough gas.
My honey, Lesa, is awake and tells goodbye with a kiss.
Ah serendipity! I'm on cloud nine. My life, a sweet bliss.
Running late, dust is billowing and gravel is exploding from under my car.
My grape pop-tart is polished off and the to-go cup of joe is nearly gone.
I arrived at work and hastily parked, my excitement betrayed by a big yawn.
[...] Read more
poem by Charles Hancock
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Freight Train Fever
He put the handcuffs on me
behind my back,
threw me in the car
right beside the railroad tracks;
got in
and started sayin,
somethin bout ridin a train
without payin;
I didn't hear
anything else he said,
cause I was already 1,000 miles away
inside my head;
out there catchin
the next west-bound freight,
headin on
for another free state.
But now, here I am lyin with the drunks
on a cold jailhouse floor,
lookin through long steel bars
to the freedom waitin just beyond the door;
[...] Read more
poem by Smoky Hoss
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
My Life As a Tweeter on Twitter: 9-20-11 Entries
'If your history is full of tv commercials, then you are in trouble.'
'I had put his book down, it was talking me to death.'
'Meaning is inversely proportional to the number of words used to express meaning.'
'In music, you are not making a statement, you are showing who you be, if not you are just jamming.'
'You can't speak to another person's soul if you are talking.'
'I try to make all the characters in my books better than I am or much worse.'
'Stay calm, stay centered, summon your peace and you'll prevail against anything.'
'If someone calls you a name demand details. 'Cow? ' What kind? Jersey, Holstein. You don't know, what do you know? Quells bigots every time.
'Never stop a speaker while they are in the middle of being wrong. Let them ramble.'
'The problem with reality is that it reads too much like fiction.'
[...] Read more
poem by Lonnie Hicks
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Just Thoughts Early Morning
it is another morning
in the cancer of the tropics
the chickens jump from
the trees where they roost
for the night
the cocks faithfully crow
you can hear the cackling
as sounds of the day
later the motorcycles
ramble their engines on the
roads
of this small village
where i live
people dress themselves
for work
children go to school
with their colored bags
and tiny shoes
[...] Read more
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Vigil
Lived on one's back,
In the long hours of repose,
Life is a practical nightmare -
Hideous asleep or awake.
Shoulders and loins
Ache-- -!
Ache, and the mattress,
Run into boulders and hummocks,
Glows like a kiln, while the bedclothes -
Tumbling, importunate, daft -
Ramble and roll, and the gas,
Screwed to its lowermost,
An inevitable atom of light,
Haunts, and a stertorous sleeper
Snores me to hate and despair.
All the old time
Surges malignant before me;
Old voices, old kisses, old songs
[...] Read more
poem by William Ernest Henley
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Reminiscence
Away and away to memory's land!
To seize the past with a daring hand,
And bear it back from oblivion's bowers,
To brighten again this dull world of ours.
There's many a walk beneath summer skies,
Starry and blue as some earthly eyes;
There's many an eve by the winter's hearth,
Sparkling all over with friendship and mirth.
There's many a ramble through wood and glen,
Away from the sight and the haunts of men;
There's climbing of rocks, and gathering flowers,
And watching the stream through summer showers.
There's many an hour that quickly went,
In the boughs of the old hill grape-vine spent;
There's many a ride, and many a walk,
And many a theme of friendly talk.
[...] Read more
poem by Elizabeth Margaret Chandler from Poetical Works (1836)
Added by Veronica Serbanoiu
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!